Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.